Spiritual Wickedness in High Places

Priest to Oedipus, who sits upon the throne of Thebes having killed his father and married his mother:

For, as thou seest thyself, our ship of State, 
Sore buffeted, can no more lift her head, 
Foundered beneath a weltering surge of blood. 
A blight is on our harvest in the ear, 
A blight upon the grazing flocks and herds, 
A blight on wives in travail; and withal 
Armed with his blazing torch the God of Plague 
Hath swooped upon our city emptying 
The house of Cadmus, and the murky realm 
Of Pluto is full fed with groans and tears.

 

Ecclesiastes 12 KJV, freely rendered:

Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.
And the keepers of the house tremble, and the strong men bow themselves, and the workers cease because they are few, and the mourners go about the streets.
And they be afraid of that which is high, and desire fail.

Man goeth to his long home.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit return unto God who gave it.